The Good Lord had extra bolts and screws left over
after Creation and the “Let there be light” thing –
might have skipped a step or two, left off a cover
from the Ikea Universe assembly kit, missed some springs

and glue. Oh well, the drawers and humans almost fit
but a little rickety. The angel painting crew called in
to “put some lipstick on that” and get some spit
and polish on the world. Some said “it’s a sin”

but I love the cockeyed dawn and rattletrap stars,
the bugs with too many eyes, the fish with none.
Love tipping between perfection and chaos. The diamond scars
of a world that could be gone in a blink of sun.

Small gifts, these errors of heaven. 
My day rises, fills, bread with leaven.

For Desperate Poets